Dear Pastor Ketch This is not goodbye, your legacy will always live forever. We are not without hope but our trust is that you will keep resting in the Lord’s bosom.

Mummy, I keep hoping against odds that some refree would whistle and call this drill off; that you’d show up laughing and say “gotcha”. With our current reality, however, your legacy of stubborn, unwavering faith, is my treasure to keep. I saw you repeatedly insist on the Word’s provisions, I saw you win. Your impact is deep-rooted, far-reaching, dwarfing Babel’s tower. Your truth-freighting voice, ah! Its echo spreads from Ada-George to uwa n’ile. It’d be said of you, that you arrived uncommonly heavy, and departed gloriously light. What a testimony! You’re unforgettable, I’ll always remember you. With all my love, Yira

Hey Mum… I miss you already calling me your baby oo… This is one hard one to chew. I celebrate you, I celebrate the impact you made. You were indeed a strong force, you left footprints, the devil was very scared of you. I write this tearing, but deep down I celebrate how you disturbed the kingdom of darkness and even in death you still do. I love how you love and how you care. I really looked forward to sharing more good news about me with you. I still remember these words, how you held me in your arms saying: God is with you, God is for you, God is in you and I added “God is big in me”. She wasn’t just a pastor to me but a Mum and I’m so glad I got the chance to let her know that I loved her every chance I had. I remember how you call to know how I’m doing, even by 12am midnight. You always know the right time to do that. It’s amazing how she had time for everyone. A shepherd completely there for her sheep. God’s General completely sold out. I remember “Mark 11:22- 24 and more”, I haven’t gotten over that message. You impacted me so much and I’m so glad I learnt alot from you, especially when it has to do with my faith walk. You completed your assignment and you won! I love you dearly Mum and I will definitely see you again.

Lord You were there the day Pastor Kech was born. You were there when she met her darling hubby, the love of her life. Lord you were there, the day she was called and ordained to be a minister to help thousands of Your children like me, You were there. You were there , when she gave birth to her beautiful, wonderful children. You were there. You were there in all her beautiful and mot too beautiful times. You were there. Lord You were there when she came in to this precious moment, when she took her last breath on earth to be present with You as You have always been with her. You were there and, To You, we give all the Praise

My mother in Israel, your departure has left a huge void in my life which will be hard to fill. All your teachings, your words of encouragement will forever remain fresh in my heart. You touched many lives both in TCC and beyond, and your impact is beyond what words can express. I take solace in the fact that you are in heaven cheering me on, on the path you showed me. Rest in peace until we meet to part no more.

Hmmmmm!!!! Where do I even begin? I never thought I would get to write this but here we are. In ALL things, we give God the Glory. My Big Mama Zoe, you have been there for me for years; right from my teenage years. You helped me at MAJOR key points in my life. From when I struggled with my identity as a teenager, to me stepping out in faith believing God for a baby , various healings and starting my business. My big Mama Zoe, you have helped me in more ways than I can count. I am so grateful that I got to see you in Manchester on more time. Thank you so so much from the bottom of my heart for how you helped me and taught me about faith. I love you dearly. We shall meet again I heaven.

One thing about my pastor is that she taught the undiluted, pure, true word of God. She did not just preach. She taught us. She made sure we understood. She carried everyone along. Her heart was pure. Her voice was soft. She was truly an angel in human form. She was our multigenerational mama. She was a true woman of God who loved her calling and loved the word of God deeply. When she stood on the pulpit, she did not speak just to say something. She spoke to make sure we understood and received the word. She taught with love, patience, gentleness, and grace. She carried everyone along with a tender spirit and a beautiful smile. Such a pure heart. Such a sweet soul. She was my role model. She cared deeply for my family. She believed in us even when we did not believe in ourselves. That is why our love for her is so strong. There is so much more I could say about my beautiful pastor, but I will end with this. We know you are in a better place, Pastor, smiling at us, your children. We will carry your legacy as a church and your heart as a people. Indeed God knows best and we take comfort in the fact that you are with Him now. Rest in perfect peace my woman of God, God’s general, Pastor Nkechi Ene.

Hmmm pastor you have been a blessing to me and my family. Yur teachings has changed alot about my giving. Rest in peace pastor we love you.

A TRIBUTE TO A WOMAN OF HONOUR. At what point would I start talking about you Pastor Mrs Nkechi Ene, A philanthropist. The news of your departure came like a bomb blast to us. Your absence is an irreparable vacuum. Your integrity was glaring and unflinching as your honesty was transparent. You left an indelible mark on the Sand and on the Walls of Life’s theatre. Vivian International School has lost one of her illustrious parents. Your absence has left for us a platform to learn how to number our days as David said in the Bible. It pleases God at this time to take you to that land where peace and tranquility reigns forever in the bosom of your maker. Pastor Mrs Nkechi Ene, you were a representative of God’s heartbeat, you were the mother of the orphans a Citadel Hallmark of equity, devoted and perseverance. You have a good conscience and a store house of knowledge. You are a data bank and embodiment of discipline and high intelligence. Your passing away is just a transformation. I strongly believe that one day we shall meet in the resurrection morning to part no more. Sleep well a woman of God. Good night. From Dr Mrs Chioma Vivian Jim Njoku, on behalf of VIVIAN INTERNATIONAL SCHOOL

My Pastorayyy Mai Girma! The news of your transition to glory shattered my heart. I never imagined I would write a tribute like this for you. Yet, I choose to celebrate your life and cherish the memories, knowing you’re now in a far better place. You were a mother to the core — always fussing over how I looked back in Uni, what I wore as a young bride, for ministrations, or as CSM. It often amused me, but deep down, it touched me profoundly. I’ll never forget your visits to the hospital and the house after I had the babies — or how Tanker Akan literally grew up in your home in those early years and how you celebrated when Adayah hugged you the first time, with her plenty shakara. All these and more speak volumes of your selflessness and true motherly heart. I remember my first day at rehearsal, where Aunty Akunna shared how you would come promptly with your notebook and ruler, to encourage everyone to be early and come prepared. I prayed that day to be as put together as you, even though I hadn’t met you yet. Time has proven that Jesus answered that prayer. In fact, I have become a mini-CID. You believed in me so deeply that I sometimes wondered what you saw. You followed up with such care, nurtured my graces, and gave me opportunities to express them. Knowing my background, you helped me love and trust again – and I’m still getting better at it, day by day. You have impacted my life beyond words, and my story will never be complete without you. Thank you for role modelling how life should be lived as a Christian. This ya ‘oyinbo pikin’ will miss you terribly. The children will miss you, John and I will miss you oo, mhmm.. But we rest in the assurance that you taught us well, you taught us to dance with the Spirit and skillfully apply the Word, walking by faith and not by sight. Rest on, Pastore. Rest on, Alpha P. Rest on God’s General Forever in my heart, Nam